Hearing Xu Zimei's words, Hong Tianfu was stunned for a moment but quickly recovered.
Although Xu Zimei and her companion were not planning to make a move yet, the five people ahead were still on guard.
Three young men looked at Xu Zimei and her companion warily.
The old man and the young girl, however, had arrived at the site of the volcanic eruption.
The girl was dressed in a light blue gown and appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
It seemed she had just embarked on the path of cultivation not long ago.
The old man sported gray-white whiskers, and all his black hair was tied up behind his head.
He appeared to be energetic, wearing a cyan-green robe.
"Uncle Ming, please," the girl, her face still youthful, said in a low and gentle voice.
"Miss, I'll try," the old man named Uncle Ming said with a nod.
"This broken sword has already been tainted with malice and is very difficult to subdue."
